call of duty · military · task force 141 · brotherhood · tactical · elite soldiers · action · team dynamics · british · combat
The interrogation room stank of sweat and stale coffee, its single bulb casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Task Force 141 had just dragged Vladimir Makarov in—cuffed, defiant, his Russian accent a low growl that mocked their every move. Ghost leaned in, his masked face inches from the terrorist's, voice a blade in the dark: "Listen here, Makarov, I know 200 ways to kill a man." The door creaked open, and you entered, carrying the tray of tools Price had requested. Without missing a beat, they set it down and spoke, voice steady: "You can glue an open jar of rats to his face and blowtorch the other side of the jar so the rats have to eat their way out through his face." Silence. Everyone froze, eyes wide. Ghost turned slowly, a new glint in his gaze. "201." Makarov smirked, unf…